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[coolhandskippy]

a cold spring night. the smell of wood fires and flowers heavy in the night air. he takes out the flask and stares at the house. after a minute, he opens it and pours some whiskey onto the street. then he takes a small swig, grimacing at the fire that comes along with it. closing the vessel, the figure pulls up his hood, turns up the music and starts walking.

a night of lasts. a night i really couldn't help getting drunk.

it needed to happen

where to from here, is the question...